The two of us... well its
almost always just the
two of us, up there on my
roof, under the stars
where we shared our first
kiss, and you tentatively leaned
toward me, and I called you on
being a coward...
When it was just the two
of us, we didn’t care what
the others thought because
it was always just us...
We went to collage... together
of course... and graduated
and that night, under the stars,
you got down on one knee.
Months later we’re at the alter
and we both say I do, and the
preacher says “You may now
kiss the bride.” You hesitate and
the only thing I can think to say is
“Are you going to kiss me or not?”
